The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-12-03

est one first. Them that arc wrote with pokcbcrry ink are sockdoligcrs, l tell you. In ono of thcm l say, Honey, if you ever was to stop low ing me, I'd 70 out in the woods and waller round with tho wild hogs. Why, the thoughts of you not loving me gives me the cramp. Yistidy when I was eating lowed to myself that you mout not love me, and right then and thar trapped hunk of corn bread and piece of meat big enough to choke dog with" Mr, Editor, that's what literary men call poetry and stren'th of statement. Thar aln't nothin' more dcsoiato than the idea of wallowing with wild hogs. Think of 1t Wallowing with hog that would jest as soon turn round and rip you with his tuah as to Lat his eye at the sun. tell you what's bare- footed fact, thar's poetry and emotion in that idea.
 know you'll like these letters bet ter than tho ones wrote by that for eigner. He could handle the pole putty well, but somehow he couldn't quite reach tho persimmon. Now, you jest rest ashorcd that 1 reach the fruit. You bet the fruit comes tumbling down when l up-end the stick. had to argy with my wife a good while be- fore she'd agree to let me send these letters of, and I'll have to divide the money l git fur them with her. Say, l wush you'd take part of her half and buy one of these red shawls. She's been wanting one n long time. l reckon red shawls arc cheaper with you than they are here at Woolridge's store. There's no use talking, Wool.
 ridge k n tough man to deal with.
 Why owed him for a saddle. blanket and Pll bc hornswogglcd if he didn't keep on after me till he got tho money l don't want to deal with him any more than can help, so if you want to number me among your regular contributors you must help ine out In this regard. don't kcre if the red shawl has few yallcr spots on 1t. Yaller Is nightly the rage in this here neighborhood. would send you box to put it in but don't reckon boxes arc any scarcer with you than they are round here.
 Again let me say that you will like these letters. They never have been printed and you ken have 1t fixed so nobody but you ken print them. They
 fix things that way sometimes have hearn. You will find one wrote with charcoal on a piece of brown paper. That was wrote one day at the saw mill when didn't have nothing else, and when had to write or turn agin cornbread and middIin'. There air times, Mir. Editor, when the human heart is full, and at such times a man ken write letter thatll make the fur fly every whirl. In that letter I say that If any feller Is trying to cut me out will throw him on the hard and unyieldiDg soil of droutb- baked community and rake a cross cut saw over his devilish flesh. Oh, I put 1t strong, fur when my heart is full am a strong butter. The next letter, you will observe, is dove-i like and calm. It was after I had seed her and found out that everything was all right. In 1t I call her a pet squirrel. Thers's poetry in that idea, sir; poetry barefooted and with it's britches rolled up. ! go farther. I call her a young rabbit. An, tncre's sentiment. Did you ever see anything more sentimental than young rabbit when he looks at you and sorter winks9 I never did; you can bet your life on that.
 Now, to show my fairness in this matter, I am willing to leave the price 1 to you. or counse you will pay me | as much e you did that foreigner. l bring them out in good l shape and number me among your friends Say, how would 1t do to l